Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ethiopia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sound Behaviour to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Max Romeo,
Stereo Dub,
Sällskapet,
Patti Smith,
Roy Ayers,
Barry Ungar,
Saccharine Trust,
The Durutti Column,
T.S.O.L.,
The Moody Blues,
Masters at Work,
the Germs,
Radio Birdman,
Gang of Four,
Sight & Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Audionom,
Blancmange,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deepchord,
Chris & Cosey,
Yazoo,
Gichy Dan,
The Fugs,
Darondo,
Quadrant,
Niagra,
Glenn Branca,
Agitation Free,
U.S. Maple,
F. McDonald,
R.M.O.,
Aaron Thompson,
Scott Walker,
Ralphi Rosario,
Graham Central Station,
Bizarre Inc.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Second Layer,
Unwound,
The Victims,
FM Einheit,
James White and The Blacks,
Eden Ahbez,
Jacob Miller,
Buzzcocks,
The Pretty Things,
The Golliwogs,
The Human League,
Amazonics,
This Heat,
Swans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare,
Fela Kuti,
ABC,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.